I always end up fucking up Thanksgiving, my mother's favorite holiday. Like that one time I was arrested in an undercover drug bust. Or the time I tried to jump from my parents' Hyundai going 80 mph on the I-5. Oh yes, and then there was 2012 . . . My No Good at November pièce de résistance.
How will I fuck up the holiday this year?
Well, if i keep sitting in this sunny cafe window slamming coffee while The Smiths "There Is a Light that Never Goes Out" and "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want This Time" play overhead in succession and stir the sadness in what is left of my brutally decimated heart, I am pretty sure I will have an agitated episode on the Lightrail headed home. It wouldn't feel like the holidays without it, really.
Come hear about it!*
*Ronnie D reserves the right to change set contents without notice. Why would she do this? Maybe she's got something more important to say. Maybe she simply forgot. Maybe she's just a horrible, uncaring, selfish bitch. Yeah, that's probably it.
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.